Blackwater Islands thorn

also skippable and PPable <3

within the bundle of writhing bodies accipitra squirmed. one, two voices joined the chorus of wails.

accipitra froze as the sensation of anathema's searching body collided with hers. the susuration of touch drummed her senses, little raindrops in the fluid perception of her growing mind.


she tumbled from the bed of babes abruptly, landing upon her back in a thud which bowled dust into the air in front of her would-be-murderer. an impossibly small squawk broke her silence, followed by the waving of a tiny outstretched paw.